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soft pink, with tiered ruffles and a scoop neck. To complete the ensemble, she rocked a pair of Alexandra Neel Cleopatra fringe stiletto sandals and a clutch purse.
    “Consuela!” She called out for her fifty-year-old Puerto Rican maid.
    “Yeeezzzzzz.” Consuela dragged herself into the room. She and Dylan had a love/hate relationship.
    “Do you like my dress?” Dylan twirled around so she could get a better view.
    “Ju look like an oversized cupcake.”
    “Ugh! Just get out. I don’t know why I asked you in the first place. Go clean something, why don’t you.”
    “Whaaaaa’eva.” Consuela shrugged and left the room.
    Tired of fretting over her outfit, Dylan took one last look at her makeup and hair and decided to go with it. She and State were going out on a date, but she had no idea where. All week she’d been trying to pry information out of him, but State wouldn’t break. The only thing he would tell her was to be fly and on time. Although a little frantic, Dylan couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her.
    For the past month, State had been surprising her with cards, flowers, and designer duds. It was nothing for him to spoil her with the finer things in life, but what Dylan cherished the most were the quiet moments they shared.
    If it was up to her, they would spend every waking moment wrapped up in each other’s arms, as they did each and every night. Dylan loved that she could go to State’s place, have a glass of wine and chill. And no, she wasn’t officially his girl again, but Dylan had never felt sexier or more alive. Yet, there was still a nagging suspension that his newfound dedication to her would fade and he’d break her heart all over again.
    Grabbing her purse, she walked downstairs. Dylan loved her home. She lived at the Chase Park Plaza. It was one of St. Louis’s most prestigious hotels. Her luxury private residence was an exact reflection of her personality—lively and eclectic.
    The living room was gigantic. The walls were a striking shade of hot pink. One wall was decorated with three Andy Warhol portraits of Marilyn Monroe. Underneath was a built-in fireplace. On the wall beside it were two sets of French doors that led out to the patio. All of the furniture, which was a pale green, white, and brown, was modern with an art deco appeal. Dylan had two sofas across the room from each other, four love seats, and two cocktail tables.
    Just as she stood in front of the mirror adjusting her cleavage, her house phone rang.
    “Hola!” Consuela answered the phone dryly. “Hold on. She’s right here fixing her boob.”
    “I’m gonna kill you,” Dylan mouthed, snatching the phone.
    “Yeah, yeah.” Consuela walked away, unfazed.
    “Hello,” Dylan said sweetly into the phone.
    “You ready?” State asked in a deep tone.
    “Yeah, you here?”
    “Yeah, I’m outside.”
    “Dang, you couldn’t come upstairs? All I get is curbside service,” she halfway joked.
    “Stop the nonsense and bring yo’ ass.”
    “Here I come,” she said, pressing the end button on her phone. “Consuela, I’m gone!”
    “Peace out, homey!” Consuela replied, trying to be hip.
    Outside, Dylan spotted State leaning against his silver Nissan GT-R. The sound of Trey Songz’s hit song “Invented Sex” bumped softly from the speakers. A smile a mile wide instantly popped onto Dylan’s face. She couldn’t care less how much paper or how many gifts he showered her with; State could get it how he wanted.
    That night, he donned a pair of brown aviator shades, a white V-neck tee, yellow-gray-and-white plaid button-up, dark denim jeans, and a pair of yellow-and-white high top Adidas. State was the truth. The closer she got to him, the more her pussy ached to be tortured and teased with kisses from his lips.
    Face to face, he gently took her hand and pulled her close. State would never be able to get over just how beautiful Dylan was. The sight of her alone made his dick hard.
    Dylan could feel